by Olavo Bilac

Where's your violin, half opening the wings

Gently in space, would the grades quérulas,

Angels with blue eyes, leaving the two hands

Its coffers of pearls,

- My beliefs of love, forgotten in calm

At the bottom of memory, listening to the received

Rejuvenate, and again the ocean of my soul,

Archipelago green to light appeared.

And I saw rutila my lost love,

Beautiful, new light and new charm full,

And a body that was supposed long consumed,

Stir again and offer me her breast.

All resuscitated to your influence, artist!

And my soul was reviewing, wild and crazy

Eyes, which glow stun me the view,

Lips, which stun me taste your mouth.

Oh miracle! And, happily, I knelt in mourning

Like who, by chance, one day, entering the doors

A cemetery, you will find living in a corner

Their illusions believed dead

And I was thinking ... as if he was leaving

This weak wood to touch your violent

When fever with such passion is squirming

Inside the small and fragile instrument!

Because this instrument, united in one breast,

All hearts were throbbing from the earth;

And there was within him, in tears undone,

The universal love of all who loved,

Wide river of sounds, carpets of flowers,

The harmony of heaven and poured huge sound;

And, floating and singing, joys and pains

Iam running out on ...

Spring laughing Husking of Maize chapels,

And poured down the amphorae Fragrant:

And the song wake up the roses and the stars,

Filled with desire And the stars and roses.

And the green water of the sea and fresh water rivers,

And the emerald islands, and the bright sky,

And the mountains, and valleys, and the gloomy thickets,

Curly, and the rough stone exposed to hot sun:

- All heard that voice, sang and loved everything!

Love, run over and flow of fire lit,

Entered the blood and the sap came in,

And he went from body to body filling the Nature!

And hey you sad on the floor, lifeless and cold

Your poor violin, your first love:

And even if the strings there as a slight shudder,

The last vibration of the ultimate arpeggio ...

How, igneous and immortal, in a whirlwind insane,

Far, the turmoil in the heavens inaccessible

Hover virgin constellations of human eye,

Misty endless invisible worlds:

- So your violin artist! asleep

Waiting for your bow, in groups vaporous,

Sleep, like a sky that does not reach the ear,

An inner world of mysterious sounds ...

Suspend me outdoors this sweet instrument!

Let the sun in glory in delirious celebration!

And it will soak perfumes the wind

Bring the fresh deviations of the valley and forest.

The birds will make their nests in it!

Roses will open in their chordae!

And he poured out upon the green paths

The old forgotten melody the notes!

They will sing the birds, they will sing the flowers ...

The stars smile of love in the vast sphere ...

And the earth will awake to the new loves

New spring!

Because, as Terpander added to the lira,

To make it sweeter, a rope purest

What's the string where the passion scorned sighs,

And in tears, burning sighs misfortune;

Also this instrument to four strings of gold,

The Despair, Love, Anger, Piety,

- You, noble soul, crying addition is crying

Eternal and everlasting pain chord Saudade

You miss what I feel, and fills me with woe mouth,

And I snatch the dream, and nerves harasses me,

When I hear you play: anxious longing and crazy

Love of the primitive and ancient beauty ...

Back! Back! Just a simple arpeggio,

Just one note ... All the space shudders:

And giving the lover's feet the ultimate kiss

Almost dead with pain, Magdalene appears ...

In the moonlight of Verona, the loving head

Julieta faints in the arms of her lover:

Not long before the dawn blaze on fire,

And in the blossom Devesa lark sing ...

Sad widow who seeks the peace of the cloister relief,

To his widow, to his great grief,

White, under the scapular Livor snowy,

Heloise holds up his hands in a cloud of incense ...

Photos: Eduardo Chiletto